attire。 When the captain had answered correctly the major was immediately mollified； and had it announced to the correspondent that his battalion was going to move immediately into the village； and that he would be delighted to have his company。
The major strode at the head of his men with the group of villagers singing and dancing about him and looking upon him as if he were a god。 Coleman and the dragoman； at the officer's request； marched one on either side of him； and in this manner they entered the village。 From all sorts of hedges and thickets； people came creeping out to pass into a delirium of joy。 The major borrowed three little pack horses with rope…bridles； and thus mounted and followed by the clanking column； they rode on in triumph。
It was probably more of a true festival than most men experience even in the longest life time。 The major with his Greek instinct of drama was a splendid personification of poetic quality； in fact he was himself almost a lyric。 From time to time he glanced back at Coleman with eyes half dimmed with appreciation。 The people gathered flowers； great blossoms of purple and corn colour。 They sprinkled them over the three horsemen and flung them deliriously under the feet of the little nags。 Being now mounted Coleman had no difficulty in avoiding the embraces of the peasants； but he felt to the tips of his toes an abandonment to a kind of pleasure with which he was not at all familiar。 Riding thus amid cries of thanksgiving addressed at him equally with the others； he felt a burning virtue and quite lost his old self in an illusion of noble be。 nignity。 And there continued the fragrant hail of blossoms。
Miserable little huts straggled along the sides of the village street as if they were following at the heels of the great white house of the bey。 The column proceeded northward； announcing laughingly to the glad villagers that they would never see another Turk。 Before them on the road was here and there a fez from the head of a fled Turkish soldier and they lay like drops of blood from some wounded leviathan。 Ultimately it grew cloudy。 It even rained slightly。 In the misty downfall the column of soldiers in blue was dim as if it were merely a long trail of low…hung smoke。
They came to the ruins of a church and there the major halted his battalion。 Coleman worried at his dragoman to learn if the halt was only temporary。 It was a long time before there was answer from the major； for he had drawn up his men in platoons and was addressing them in a speech as interminable as any that Coleman had heard in Greece。 The officer waved his arms and roared out evidently the glories of patriotism and soldierly honour； the glories of their ancient people； and he may have included any subject in this wonderful speech； for the reason that he had plenty of time in which to do it。 It was impossible to tell whether the oration was a good one or bad one； because the men stood in their loose platoons without discernible feelings as if to them this appeared merely as one of the inevitable consequences of a campaign； an established rule of warfare。 Coleman ate black bread and chocolate tablets while the dragoman hovered near the major with the intention of pouncing upon him for information as soon as his lungs yielded to the strain upon them。
The dragoman at last returned with a very long verbal treatise from the major； who apparently had not been as exhausted after his speech to the men as one would think。 The major had said that he had been ordered to halt here to form a junction with some of the troops coming direct from Arta； and that he expected that in the morning the army would be divided and one wing would chase the retreating Turks on toward Jannina； while the other wing would advance upon Prevasa because the enemy had a garrison there which had not retreated an inch； and； although it was cut off； it was necessary to send either a force to hold it in its place or a larger force to go through with the business of capturing it。 Else there would be left in the rear of the left flank of a Greek advance upon Jannina a body of the enemy which at any moment might become active。 The major said that his battalion would probably form part of the force to advance upon Prevasa。 Nikopolis was on the road to Prevasa and only three miles away from it。
CHAPTER XI。
Coleman spent a long afternoon in the drizzle Enveloped in his macintosh he sat on a boulder in the lee of one of the old walls and moodily smoked cigars and listened to the ceaseless clatter of tongues。 A ray of light penetrated the mind of the dragoman and he laboured assiduously with wet fuel until he had accomplished a tin mug of coffee。 Bits of cinder floated in it； but Coleman rejoiced and was kind to the dragoman。
The night was of cruel monotony。 Afflicted by the wind and the darkness； the correspondent sat with nerves keyed high waiting to hear the pickets open fire on a night attack。 He was so unaccountably sure that there would be a tumult and panic of this kind at some time of the night that he prevented himself from getting a reasonable amount of rest。 He could hear the soldiers breathing in sleep all about him。 He wished to arouse them from this slumber which； to his ignorance； seemed stupid。 The quality of mysterious menace in the great gloom and the silence would have caused him to pray if prayer would have transported him magically to New York and made him a young man with no coat playing billiards at his club。
The chill dawn came at last and with a fine elation which ever follows a dismal night in war； an elation which bounds in the bosom as soon as day has knocked the shackles from a trembling mind。 Although Coleman had slept but a short time he was now as fresh as a total abstainer coming from the bath。 He heard the creak of battery wheels； he saw crawling bodies of infantry moving in the dim light like ghostly processions。 He felt a tremendous virility come with this new hope in the daylight。 He again took satis。 faction in his sentimental journey。 It was a shining affair。 He was on active service； an active service of the heart； and he' felt that he was a strong man ready to conquer difficulty even as the olden heroes conquered difficulty。 He imagined himself in a way like them。 He； too； had come out to fight for love with giants； dragons and witches。 He had never known that he could be so pleased with that kind of a parallel。
The dragoman announced that the major had suddenly lent their horses to some other people； and after cursing this versatility of interest； he summoned his henchmen and they moved out on foot； following the sound of the creaking wheels。 They came in time to a bridge； and on the side of this bridge was a hard military road which sprang away in two directions； north and west。 Some troops were creeping out the westward way and the dragoman pointing at them said： 〃 They going Prevasa。 That is road to Nikopolis。〃 Coleman grinned from ear to car and slapped his dragoman violently on the shoulder。 For a moment he intended to hand the man a louis of reward； but he changed his mind。
Their traps were in the way of being heavy； but they minded little since the dragoman was now a victim of the influence of Coleman's enthusiasm。 The road wound along the base of the mountain range； sheering around the abutments in wide white curves and then circling into glens where immense trees spread their shade over it。 Some of the great trunks were oppressed with vines green as garlands； and these vines even ran like verdant foam over the rocks。 Streams of translucent water showered down from the hills； and made pools in which every pebble； every eaf of a water plant shone with magic lustre； and if the bottom of a pool was only of clay； the clay glowed with sapphire light。 The day was fair。 The country was part of that land which turned the minds of its ancient poets toward a more tender dreaming； so that indeed their nymphs would die； one is sure； in the cold mythology of the north with its storms amid the gloom of pine forests。 It was all wine to Coleman's spirit。 It enlivened him to think of success with absolute surety。 To be sure one of his boots began soon to rasp his toes； but he gave it no share of his attention。 They passed at a much faster pace than the troops； and everywhere they met laughter and confidence and the cry。 〃 On to Prevasa！ 〃
At midday they were at the heels of the advance battalion； among its stragglers； taking its white dust into their throats and eyes。 The dragoman was waning and he made a number of attempts to stay Coleman； but no one could have had influence upon Coleman's steady rush with his eyes always straight to the front as if thus to symbolize his steadiness of purpose。 Rivulets of sweat marked the dust on his face； and two of his toes were now paining as if they were being burned off。 He was obliged to concede a privilege of limping； but he would not stop。
At nightfall they halted with the outpost batallion of the infantry。 All the cavalry had in the meantirne come up and they saw their old friends。 There was a village from which the Christian peasants came and cheered like a trained chorus。 Soldiers were driving a great flock of fat